Month: November 2017

From the north, beyond the shores of the Kingdom, in the faraway kingdom of Lee Biya, news came to the people that the long-banished scourge of the esclaviers had reared its head and many of the number of the amistadded were from the Kingdom of Gambrach. And they cried out to the King, “O Gambrach, deliver thy people!” And yea, did Gambrach reply, “Blessed are the subjects that dwell and remain in the sacred land of my most highness, for they shall abide under my almighty shadow and have no need for deliverance.”

And with that, he got into his winged chariot to depart for the Coasts of Ivory, where the Kings of the Kingdoms of Freekah gathered for their annual bout of exchanging pointless hot air – at the Freekahzoids Congress. For the first time in a very long time – Gambrach made sure that Moborius, his chief portraitist, was present to record the moment for posterity – Gambrach embarked on the voyage in the company of Shiwajun.

Behold, the people beheld Shiwajun, who had long since been cast aside by Gambrach and had grown increasingly unenthusiastic in his public support of Gambrach and exclaimed, “Wawu, electoralis must be just around the corner and Gambrach taketh Shiwajun to the land of the Magique Systemes, that they might learn how to deuxieme gaou the kingdom.”

Yea, while they were airborne did the gates of Oje Marina (of whose chronicles ye have read) lift up their heads and lo, were they swung wide. The gates of Oje Marina were larger and more swung wide than the gates of Darth Soukey. From his hideout of fugitvity, Oje Marina sent word into Social Media through the Char Knells, protesting his innocence, “O Gambrach, wise and just king,” he said, “if thou wilt keep my persecutors away from me, I will shew ye 3 gadrillion shekels, as I already shewed ye this year!” And the people exclaimed, “Whaaaaaat???? This year???? King Gambrach knew???”

Wherefore the Nassholes in their general assembly of senateens and lower senateens resolved to inquire into the matter. Yea, did they summon every gaddem sheriff and councillor in the kingdom that had been implicated by the gates of Oje Marina.

Behold, the Nassholes demanded of the Sheriff of the Borders, “Why apprehendeth ye not Oje Marina as he fled?”

“Because he holdeth Trumpetistani travel papers, O excellent Nassholes. And ye know that Trumpetistani travel papers are the most powerful in the gaddem global world – as ye all struggle to spawn thy offspring yonder. The Trumpetistani papers have a great and mysterious power, rendering all border sheriffs idiots at the sight of them.”

“This is true,” remarked the Nassholes, “okay, we must now demand of the Deliverance Squad Squadron – why couldst ye not deliver Oje Marina before he stupefied the border sheriffs?”

“Because, the raven bringing his name from the constabulary went on strike, O great Nassholes. And even though we saw him, we could apprehend him not, for lo he was not on our list of watching.”

“But could ye not sting him like ye stung the magistrates?” asked the Nassholes.

“Alas, we are useless at stinging, great Nassholes,” came the reply. “All the magistrates we stung are exonerated and walk free. We did not wish to partake in Oje Marina’s exoneration.”

“Okay, very wise. So we must now ask Lady Kem Shun – wherefore was Oje Marina receiving wages in the King’s service?”

“Me Nassy bredrens, da’ issa wicked lying tings, man. We check the bursary scrolls, innit fam, and I can tell you for reallz fam, manz did not see his name anywhere. Oje Marina issa rudeboi for real, but swear down yeah, we is not spending any of our important econominix money on him!”

And there was no gaddem chill, for even the Nassholes were perplexed.

Yea, it was in that day that King Yade-Ben of the Crescent Lakes kingdom, in the south of the land of Gambrach presented the coinage for the coming year to the Crescentlakians.

“My people, behold thy Coinage of Telepathic Apparitional Manifestations. Yea, have I also encaptioned it the Coinage of Stalgmighty Stalactites. For even though a kingdom be blessed only with puny stalagmites and looks longingly upward at the stalagtites, yet with a cerebral, esoteric and time-warping king such as myself and only myself, the gap between the stalags may crystallise. I have no compunction at this junction about the unction with which I have been endowed to function. Yea and amen! Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of having only half of the money for the coinage, I shall fear no bankruptcy. For like still waters, I run deep. If ye believe this, turn to thy neighbour and say ‘uhn-hun, uhn-hun’!”

The people could not believe their ears and looked at each other, stunned. They screamed in uncontrollable rage. And there was not a single gaddem atom of chill in the entire land!

Thus did Electoralis minora take place in the Kingdom of Nambria. And yea, did Working Willie Wonka not only shew that he worketh, he was also a winner. He was thereafter known as Wonderful Winningly Working Willie Wonka. His opponents, Wonye West, Doka Cola and Bazil Oka, were all very magnanimous in their concession to Working Willie, for they had no choice. Behold, it was a sliding of lands victory, as House Apganistani reigned supreme in Nambria. And yea, did the people of Imolek look ruefully towards their neighbours in Nambria, for while they had only the erections of Roe Chazz to boast off, the Nambrarians had a Working Willie!

Lo, it was in that day, in the southern Freekah’n kingdom of Bobbiesia, that the long, long, long, long reign of old, old, old, old King Moo Garbage came to an end. In the early days of Bobbiesia, it was a supple and succulent land, flowing with milk bursting forth from the fertile areolae of the soil. This was at the time Moo Garbage led the revolution against the occupying Jandinian forces and prevailed, leading the people to crown him King.

But King Moo Garbage tasted and saw how sweet it was to drink from the goblet of the royal palaces. Like other Freekah’n kings, his hunger and thirst for power led him to ignore law of the quadrannium and remain in power at his leisure. But age catcheth up with tyrant and benevolent alike and King Moo Garbage suddenly saw that he was now four score and a baker’s dozen in age.

And King Moo Garbage purposed in his heart to give the keys of the kingdom to his wife, whose name was Ellie Gance, as an act of dynastic consummation of their love. “Ellie, my love, tis only thou I desire to leave the Kingdom. You will be Empress of Bobbesia and thy grace will be full.”

Yea, did Moo Garbage dismiss his hand, Ser MijinKagawa, who promptly fled the Kingdom and went into exile. But the Men of the Bobbiesian Gestappo and Armies were sorely displeased, for MijinKagawa was their guy. And lo, they rose like a swarm onto the streets of Bobbiesia, gently squeezing the people off the streets and the boldness out of Moo Garbage. “Ye must set forth at dawn!” they told the King.

“Are ye come to me in mutinous spirits?” asked King Garbage.

“Nay, oh King Moo. This is not a mutiny.”

“Then I command ye to return to thy quarters,” replied the King.

“Hahahahahahahaha! Thy humour has not gone the way of thy senses,” the army replied. “Seeest thou not, oh King, our great and shiny weapons pointed at thee?”

“Then, tis a mutiny. Ye are mutineers!” declared the King.

“Dwell not on the semantics of the occasion, Moo Garbage. Focus thou only on its conclusion – ye shall rule us no more.”

“Ye forget that I once came in like a wrecking ball,” said the King.

“Well, ye shall wreck us no more!”

And thus it was the reign of King Moo Garbage came to an end, and the streets of the Bobbiesian capital, Her Wire-ay, were filled with jubilation. MijinKagawa was declared King in Moo Garbage’s stead, and his very first words were, “Not believe own eye of MijinKagawa. King, biyotches!!!”

Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Gambrach, the kingdom of the chronicles, electoralis federalis was again at hand. One by one, the lords of House Apicuria declared a very much alloyed support for Gambrach’s contest for a second quadrannium. At the head of these declarations was Shiwajun, who was heard to say that Gambrach ought not assume that he would automatically be the choice of the Apicurians for electoralis. “Ye all know King Gambrach. He is a good and kind and benevolent King. He surely would never impose himself on us Apicurians, would he?”

Lo, news then came to the Twilistines, that Atikarias had deserted House Apicuriam and returned to House Padipalia, in the biggest open secret since the invention of the oxymoron. It shook him not that even after shredding the Pentiumz parchment, the kingdom’s sherriffs had revoked the papiers durosibi of some of the foreign workmen at Pentiumz, forcing them to return to their homes. Atikarias was going to seek to contend at Electoralis for House Padipalia, for the nine hundredth and sixty-seventh time. For yea it was said, that nine hundred and sixty eight is a charm.

And behold, there was a rustling of unchill, for many in Twilistia and Social Mediana were not soft of heart towards Atikarias.

Yea, did further news come to the people, from senatii, that the Everly Failing at Convictions Commission , in celebration of the feast of the Virgin Birth, had taken amongst themselves the two hundred buildings they confiscated from Oje Marina on behalf of the Kingdom. Lo, they denied it.

And yea, did the rustle of unchill become a rumbling of unchill because, gaddem! Two hundred???

Lo, the final straw was the denial of Bar Kar, Gambrach’s head Lawman (the N is silent), that he wrote the parchment ushering Oje Marina back into the King’s service. This followed his prior admission that he had voyaged to visit Oje Marina in exile in Doo Bahee. “Which is worse to admit, dude?” the people asked him. “Thou already admitest breaking bad with Oje Marina – what then is a mere parchment?”

And there was no gaddem chill in the kingdom but Gambrach was unaware of anything.

Yea, then came news from the oceans that 2 dozen maidens had perished, fleeing from the kingdom. Behold was there no word from Bedrock for 3 days and 4 nights. For Gambrach was oblivious to all. And the Twilistines asked Lady Bee Ree, Gambrach’s scribe for matters of those who had seen the light and fled the kingdom, “Oh, Bee Ree and ye scribes and councillors of Gambrach, see ye not how thy damsels perish?” Wherefore Bee Ree asked of them, “Huh?”

As ye already know, brethren, there was no gaddem chill in the land. But lo, in the seats of the synagogues, the priests observed a freezing in the tithuciary attitude of their supplicants. For a voice had risen in social mediana declaring as false their teachings on tithuthification. It was the voice of a man from Laiskeenia, named Olaf. Yea, did Olaf divide the words of the ancient scrolls, asserting a different path to justification.

The priests were perplexed, for they had grown accustomed over the decades to being neither touched nor done any harm. And their supplicants cried out to them, “Give us the word which putteth Olaf to shame!” But the word came not, as the priests denounced Olaf as a heretic. And Olaf was emboldened, saying “I stand on the articles of the faith which ye profess!”, to which the response from the priests, ex cathedra, was, “It is good that a man remaineth steadfast in tithuciary tithuthification, lest he fall under divine reproach.” And the people said, “Oh. Okay, then.”

The spirit of Flowing Rider was still upon the land but yea, there were fewer people who blew his whistle baby, whistle baby. To one of those bold enough to blow his whistle baby, revealing the 7th Bravo Chamber from which copious coin had been recovered, unto him was a reward promised. But after several moons, no reward came. And when the counsel to the man petitioned the Everly Failing at Convictions Commissions, Ser Magoo declared that the reward had long since been given.

But his counsel denied it, protesting to the Social Medianites and the Digital Perusites, “Behold, when he rolleth me up to me with his squad to seek my counsel on how to break into the 7th Bravo Chamber, twas I who prevailed upon him to pray to Flowing Rider that he might blow his whistle baby, whistle baby and let the Everlies know. Now he regretteth my counsel, for he and his homies would have regulated the booty.”

Yea, did the people then remonstrate with the Everlies, “Why behaves thou like Gambrach and the Apicureans, making promises which thou intendest not to keep?” And Lady Kem Shun heard the cry and came to the aid of the Everlies, “We is gon’ pay the dude, he just need a lickle bitty patience, innit?” And Sagacious, Gambrach’s counsellor for reducing graft, hearing the uproar could no longer carry on the deception. “I shall tell ye the truth, O people”, he said. “The truth is that the greatest High Priests in the kingdom have ventured into the supernatural realms over the 7th Bravo Chamber booty, and have seen that the booty stasher was remiss in his tithuciary tithuthification and behold a severe divine curse resteth upon the money. If any man partaketh of it at this time, yea he shall run mad unto the third and fourth generations.”

“Maigheeeurd!!!!” exclaimed the people, for they had never heard anything like that. And behold there was unchill. But there was more to come.

For lo, did word come unto the people that the apprentice centres for Gambrach’s armies would no longer admitfemale recruits. “Whyyyyy????” asked the people in consternation. “Because”, came the reply, “these women infuse the apprentice centres with sexiness and slay-queendom, distracting their male counterparts and rendering them dullards in training and surpassing them in intellect. Yea, this is all forbidden by the northerosi priests.”

“Tis most unfair,” protested the people. “Obey before complain,” came the reply from the generals.

Twas the reverse in the constabulary, where the High Constable, Heebra Driss had been accused of rapidly advancing the careers of the female subordinates with whom he was having frequent bodily congress. Incensed, enraged and boiling with uncontrollable anger, Ser Heebra confronted his accuser saying, “O thou ignorant, barbaric fool! How darest thou tarnish me with such defamatory insinuations? Thou sayest the female constables with whom I have coitus are rapidly promoted. What informeth thy surprise? Know ye not that my ejaculate maketh them wiser and giveth them uncommon strength? Art thou suggesting it should have retarded their progress? How very uncustard of you!”

And in their unchill, the people were so amazed.

In the kingdom of Nambria, electoralis was upon the land, as the quadrannium of Working Willie Wonka. Contending with him for the throne were Wonye West of Apicuria, Bazil Oka of Padipalia, Doka Cola of Upper Volta and Wingo Starr, formerly of the land of milk and honey.

Yea, did they gather before Thankful Peacock, political engager extraordinaire, to do verbal joust before the people, that by their words the Nambrians would know them. Behold it was a night of supreme oratory gladiation and at the end of it, the people yinmued at Wingo Starr and Wonye West. Wingo had only a beatle of a chance and Wonye had a Kar crashian of a night.

In Bedrock, Gambrach had been monitoring the joust in earnest. He was not much of jouster himself, having dodged the jousts at the end of the Gejoshaphatian quadrannium (he’d had a sudden bout of bone spurs) and watched the battle unfold in awe. At the end, he knew Wonye West was in trouble. He turned to Osinoshin and said, “tell them to ready the winged chariot.”

Brethren, the flames of the saga of Oje Marina were fanned when Lady Yita, head of the King’s Service, revealed to the people that Gambrach was well aware of Oje Marina’s return to the kingdom. “Behold, after our weekly meeting of FECundity, I sought a moment to bring the news of the machinations to him. But yea, he believed I sought a moment of capture, for all he did was look around for Moborious, conjuring him forth with the ancient words, ‘Inner Bahyour’. Wherefore his surprise surpriseth me.”

And Kyocera, head of the King’s staff at Bedrock was livid. “Why tellest thou the people this lie? Confess, Gejoshaphat turneth thee, hath he not?” And all at the FECund could see Kyocera remonstrating with her before Osinoshin. “But the people believe me to have done nothing to stop it”, she protested. “Then why takest thou not the arrow for thy King?” asked Kyocera. “Because,” retorted Lady Yita, rolling her eyes, “ye wilt not ferry me to the Jandinian meisters for my wounds to be tended!!!” And yea, did the storm of unchill continue to rumble.

Thus it was, in that day, that Ro Chazz and the Imolekites expected anon the visit of Queen Uncleflower of the neighbouring foreign kingdom of Libarty. Queen Uncleflower was the first lady in the realm of Frikkar to win electoralis and had spent time as a warden of the Great Iron Bank of Brettonwoodsiana before ruling her people. But the people were alarmed nonetheless, for Ro Chazz was bound to unveil another of his erections.

Lo, this troubled even the scribes and handmen of Ro Chazz. “Oh great and wise erectile King, reconsider this plan, we beseech thee!” they pleaded. But Ro Chazz was adamant. “Wherefore shall I withhold my glorious erection for Queen Uncleflower? Is she not deserving of it?”

“Unbelievably so, sire” replied his goons, “but surely sire, in today’s world of Ser Wine Steene, a king must be careful.”

Yea, twas the day of Ser Wine Steene, mogul of the theatre in Trumpetistan. For his dramatisations, he had achieved great global renown but yea was he now renown for erectile revelations of sexosomatic and predatory nature. Lo, this distinction was not lost on Ro Chazz, for he said, “Behold, unlike Ser Wine Steene, my erection is built of concrete and metal, not flesh. And I shall reveal it to Queen Uncleflower. I am completely firm on the matter. It will be unsheathed!” So the scribes protested no further and shut their ears to the rumbling unchill.

In Boo Jar, it was time once again for Gambrach to present the coinage to the Kingdom. Alas, it coincided with the unearthing of the Shangrilarian Scrolls, wherein the secrets of the well-heeled were inscribed. And yea, did they shew that Mefilius, Warden of the Iron Bank of Boo Jar, together with his Irish mentor, Gym o’Veagh, had acquired winged chariots but had chosen to indicate their ownership in a Shangrilarian territory. Abushola, the warden of senatii, was also named in the Shangrilarian Scrolls. And lo, twas the ward of both Mefilius and Abushola that they remembered not their Shangrilarian affairs, as they suffered from amnesia taxomasis.

Behold, both were present as King Gambrach delivered the coinage to the people. Lady Kem Shun was also present, punctuating the King’s speech with the obligatory “Skraaaaa!!!” or “Boom!!!” or “Yes, fam!” to show her support for the King. Yea, did the King’s delivery last an hour and 9 minutes – and Gyretta was full of praise for the King, for he stood for so long. Even the King was proud of himself – “69 issa very good number, no?” he was heard to have remarked to his courtesans afterwards.

“Oh my King!” proclaimed FemCallamitus after the delivery of the coinage, “thou wert truly magnificent and full of splendour as thou…”

But Gar Bar had scuppered off, not wanting to be unevenly yoked with a slumberer. The eye that loveth Gambrach neither slumbereth nor sleepeth, he thought to himself, behind the curtain.

And even as the Lovengers proclaimed the greatness of the coinage, the wailers of the kingdom and taken their fine toothcombs and magnifying glasses to pore over its details, and twas clear that there was a huge deficiendo fiscalimensis therein. It could only be plugged by resort to borrowing. Yea, even Melancholy’s, the global raters of coinage, saw it and warned all the Iron Banks of the world to be wary of the Kingdom of Gambrach.

Naturally, this warning was protested by the King’s Treasury, under the wardenship of Lady Kem Shun. “Nah, mates. We is not agreein wiv the warning from Melancholy’s, ya get me blud? Like’ it’s just their opinion, innit? If it’s just because of the borrowing ting, fam, everybody borrowing though, nuffing new there bruv. If we is doing the quick maffs and paying back as due and all, then Melancholy’s is wrong yeah? And anyway,miss me wiv taking financial advice from peoples whose names means sad, grim and gloomy. My synonyms game is hot, fam!”

And the unchill continued to rumble on.

In the El-Farquaadian kingdom of Dunamis, a great unchill was afoot. Momodeen, relative by marriage and boy to bard Samuelo, oracle to the privileged elite, precursor in imagery to Moborius, had foretold of the abandonment of Gambrach by Shiwajun and his westerosi squad. King El-Farquaad believed Momodeen and knew that he had to do something drastic to keep the westerosi allegiance. So he summoned his council for them to have a thunderstorm of brains.

“How shall we appease the westerosi?”

“There is no appeasing them, my Lord. Just see how greatly thou art despised of the Social Medianites.”

“Even unto the intellectuals?”

“Yea, even unto the sapiosexuals, great King. Take no heed of them, my liege, for they thrive only on garrulous verbosity and being sesquipedalian.”

“Hmmmm,” thought King El-Farquaad, “can we not make our kingdom sesquipedalian and flood Social Mediana and drive out these heretics?”

“Yes, but how does this preserve the treaty with Shiwajun and the westerosi, o King?” asked one councillor, to which another replied, “When they see that we are now, uhm, sexy pedallions, they might have a rethink.” He did not understand why there was such a loud outburst of laughter. But he was right.

So, King El-Farquaad sent out an edict that all tutors in the King’s Schools were to be tested for competency. And after they were examined, yea did the number that fell short amount to a thousand score.

“My Lord, shall we conscript the failures into our army? For they shall make up 20 legions easily.”

“We have no army, imbecile. Only the great throne has an army attached to it.”

“Pardon me my Lord. Shall we retrain them, then?”

“Squire,” replied the King, “how shall a seamstress that knoweth not how to thread a needle be retrained? Nay. We shall hire new tutors. And we shall banish the totally failing tutors from the King’s schools. Purge the Tutelage.”

“Banish 20,000 tutors, sire? Twenty thousand????”

“Did I stutter?”

Behold, the news came into Social Mediana and unto the Digital Perusites. And there was no gaddem chill, nary a jot or speculum of it, in all the land!

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